27/06/2021
I leave in eight hours
And I can't sleep.
This is my chance.
Get away for a couple weeks.
Get to know myself.
Have some perspective.
Swim in a freezing cold pool.
Run away from the drama.
Eat masses of ice cream for no reason.
Sketch by the beach.
Listen to music obnoxiously loud until the person in the next room is yelling for me to turn it down.
Somehow I think I'm going to fuck up being alone.
Like I'm going to waste the time and be more anxious
Or not leave the apartment and be more depressed.
I'm worried about fucking this up
Because it's what I've done to everything else.
Everything's so fucked.
It's what I do.
I'm leaving in less than eight hours
Just to go on a six hour drive
To stay in a shitty motel
Just to get up again the next day
Drive another six hours;
All to catch a break from the mess which is my life.
I just hope I can leave this behind.
I just hope this is my opportunity to start again.
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PoetryJust a bunch of poems I write to help get through life. You can see my journey through anxiety, friendships, relationships, sexuality confusion, family nonsense and depression. You might relate. I love comments (including grammar corrections). I do...
